I’m writing this from my villa in California, the one I get every summer through the timeshare setup. Six solid weeks of proper sunshine, then another few weeks bouncing between friends and family across the States before I drag myself back to Hackney. I miss my mum’s Sunday roasts and the chaos of The Coven…
You people are still going on at me about me having a fling with my friend’s ex. Lol. I’m pulling the big guns out. I’m going deeper. You guys, perfectly fine with me wearing a wedding ring on stream, but this, this is what you get hung up on. This is the last time…
I call him Pup. Because he is my Pup. Scott’s a moody, grumpy little Pug that makes me happy. It’s been a month or so since the original Pup Interview. Of all the requests I get, the Pup story is the one that never stops. Follow-ups. DMs. Women asking if he is real. Even on…
I am so tired of this. The new EHRC guidance is finally in force. Sex means biological sex. Single-sex spaces are supposed to mean single-sex spaces. And yet several NHS trusts are still allowing biological men who identify as women to use the women’s staff toilets and changing rooms. They are dragging their feet, issuing…
Disclaimer… So I’m going to discuss a person I know in comedic playful way. I’m not going into details so don’t comment asking who he is. For reasons that are totally selfish on my behalf, he will be completely anon. I will not even go into specifics. No descriptions of anything. You won’t find any…